A hollow rain like oil pools in your eyes, where all the sad souls moan Stoned Outta My Mind and grin, and hawk, and spit. That last drop of red wax, your dazed incantation, and the wooden catheters of another god who doesn't believe. Sign in to see full entry.
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Suicide, addiction, death, faith, shoe-shopping and everything in-between!
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